Page 34 of Billionaire Wolf Needs a Chef

I laughed, shaking my head. "Wonder where they get that from."

He smirked, his arm tightening around me. "No idea."

As we watched our daughters play, I felt a sense of contentment I hadn't known was possible.

Cameron turned to me, his expression soft. "Thank you," he said quietly.

"For what?" I asked, surprised.

"For giving me this," he said, gesturing to the girls, to us. "For not giving up on me, even when I tried to push you away."

I reached up, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "You're my mate, Cameron. My forever. And I'm not letting anything or anyone ever come between us."

He kissed me then, his lips lingering against mine. As we pulled away, Iris's voice rang out, calling for us to watch her do a somersault.

"Come on," I said, standing and taking his hand. "Let's go cheer her on."

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